Time and Light Switches

  My heart is obsessed with the calling of things. It hears all that I cannot and demands I do something about it. It’s not a fun place to be. Deaf to the cry of my heart or maybe just unable to understand it’s plea. My head can’t seem to keep pace with my heart. Always running far ahead begging us to catch up. I’m out of breath. And there’s nowhere to stop and ruthlessly rip it back into my lungs. All I can do is keep going, hoping my gloriously hopeful heart will slow up and let me rest. My heart just keeps running full tilt up the mountain, knowing there is something incompressibloely beautiful at the top and simply can’t wait to get there.  And my head is lagging behind, lacking the same enthusiasm. My head is full of sad rocks that it has yet to learn to put down. Slowly trudging up behind us, held down by crippling logic. Saying there isn’t anything at the top only snow and wind.  My head and my heart are always arguing. Refusing to communicate but steadfast in...

Sometimes the mountains come calling   and its all I can do not to go running  The sea visits me in dreams enticing me to come  come and stay a long while  The woods try to convince me to forsake it all to give up and run way with them  It call out to me, sings to my blood  beckoning me into the unknown Adventure , it promises me  that there is more to see, feel, and taste  The dancing of pines captures my thoughts  and spins about my mind  Daisies float past my eyes in the dead of winter  trying to long me into spring   Oh how I long for the stillness of autumn  and the freedom of summer's gaze  Is this the longing of freedom  to hear the calls of creation itself  I miss my friend down the road  a tree along the way  Oh how simple life seems to be  how small it has become  I wished for a simpler time  and it has found me  I suppose I should h...

I shall find God amongst the pages amongst the words of those not my own   and the tendrils of my heart.  It is a sorrow time, slow and sad. It’s a time of trying, just trying to do the right thing. Not for others but for me. It’s the time of speaking and thinking and feeling all at once. This is the time to see what I believe and kick out the thoughts that no longer serve me. To rip out beliefs and shred all of who I thought I used to be. To tear down walls of grief and replace them with gardens of forgiveness. This is a time to grow, and a time to weep.  I shall find Him in the songs  in the quite swaying of trees  in the gentle stillness and thump of my heart.  It is give and take, it’s a finding of balance yet to have been known. It’s revelling in the hopes of a better tomorrow. This time its leaning into the sweetness and living there. Because it is okay to tread softly and go lightly into the unknown of a new day. I’ll live in the sunshine a...

  When did you fall out of love with me? It’s a question I’ve heard posed in song and read in the thoughts of many fictional characters. But not once have I heard it uttered in real human life. What if we did? What if we spoke the thoughts we think? Not just the ones we deemed valuable and rational though the standards of society, but the ones that keep us up at night. What if we told them?   What’s the worst that could happen.  That person finally knows how you feel about them. And maybe you feel the sting of rejection but I’ll tell you what, you’ll be over them before you ever thought possible. And then you’re free. What’s the worst that could happen.  You finally admit why you’re kept up like an insomniac, aching for someone or something or somewhere you’ve never know. And that admittance gets you a few funny looks, but I’m sure to believe that at the very least there is one person who feels the very same. What’s the worst that could happen.  Why ...